And when thou com'st thy tale to tell, But plainly say thou lov'st her well, What though her frowning brows be bent, Her cloudy looks will calm ere night; And then too late she will repent That thus dissembled her delight; And twice desire, ere it be day, What though she strive to try her strength, And ban and brawl, and say thee nay; Her feeble force will yield at length, When craft hath taught her thus to say: "Had women been as strong as mei, "In faith, you had not had it then." And, to her will frame all thy ways, The strongest castle, tow'r, and town, Serve always with assured trust, And in thy suit be humble true; Unless thy lady prove unjust, Please never thou to choose anew. When time shall serve, be thou not slack The wiles and guiles that women work, The tricks and toys that in them lurk, But soft; enough, too much (I fear) Lest that my mistress hear my song: SYMPATHIZING LOVE.* As it fell upon a day In the merry month of May, Which a grove of myrtles made; Trees did grow, and plants did spring; She, poor bird, as all forlorn, Lean'd her breast up-till a thorn; · And there sung the mournful'st ditty, Fie, fic, fie, now would she cry; Tereu, tereu, by and by; That to hear her so complain, Senseless trees, they cannot hear thee, Ruthless bears, they will not cheer thee, *This piece, though attributed to Shakspeare, was printed among poems of Divers Humours, by Rich. Bornefield, 1598. King Pandion he is dead; Whilst as fickle fortune smiled, Words are easy, like the wind, Faithful friends are hard to find. Every man will be thy friend Whilst thou hast wherewith to spend : They have him at commandment; Use his company no more, VOL. II. |